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    [Verse 1: T.I.]
    Bitches kissin' and huggin'
    Niggas trippin' and buggin'
    You watch your mind, I'm on my grind
    And I ain't quittin' for nothin'
    Tell your mothers and uncles
    Brothers, sisters, and cousins
    My flow so nasty, deranged
    That nigga T.I.P is disgusting
    Gotta grip on the game
    Quit your pullin' and tuggin'
    Cause I ain't clinically sane
    I go to pushin' a button
    They get to clickin' and bustin'
    You get to dippin' and duckin'
    They empty clips by the dozen
    You come up missin' for nothin'
    Hey, I can triple your budget
    I'm in the business of hustlin'
    If we ain't talkin' about money
    I say, "Let's end the discussion"
    Hate off my shoulders
    I'm brushin'
    All the ladies are blushin'
    They all love when I fuck 'em
    Blacks and Latinas and Russians
    Tell 'em be easy no rushin'
    Mastered the art of seduction
    I let 'em blow me so much head
    I can catch a concussion
    Seven chicks in the bed
    Touchin', lickin', and suckin'
    Dick 'em into submission
    Then I send 'em to truckin'
    Cousin we nothin' alike
    You can say what you like
    Do all that huffin' and puffin'
    Then run away from the fight
    Don't know who getting' {you high}
    When you sit and you write
    Great imaginary life
    You only live on a mic
    I'm who you'd die to be like
    Cause I'm so fly with [?]
    To live my life you'd have to try to hit the lottery twice
    Find it amusing, I'm gigglin' at what you made in a year
    Quadruple that while in prison
    Servin' my day and a year
    Nigga hahahaha

    [Verse 2: Mos Def]
    Wow
    It's on right now
    Buckhead to {Bucksound}
    Boogie man and rubber band snappin'
    Bang, listen
    No retreat, no surrender
    No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders
    Strategic moves that allure all defenders
    Another [?] till haters [?]
    But [?], how they feel?
    Fuck it, let it go
    That's ineffective though
    [?]
    It's that incredible, [?], special dose, extra flow
    Quiet dawg, [?], let 'em know
    Off the chain, I was born unleashed
    And walk when and where I feel
    When I'm 'pon these streets
    Spread love Brooklyn, on these streets
    And I get it how I get it cause I'm from these streets
    Holler back if [?]
    D Smith keep [?] from [?]
    I touch your favorite rhythm and give it a "me"-mix
    [?]
    Say it once, said it twice, you need this
    That's an affirmative
    [?]
    And it simple and plain
    You feel it in your chest when the bass beat bang
    And you know my style
    Yeah
    I'm from the killer K
    Known to take a money pile
    Wow
    We turn it on and turn it out
    It get great [?]
    And his fans [?]
    It go on and on and on and on
    Everybody talkin' like [?]

    [Verse 3: B.o.B]
    Yeah
    It's B.o... B
    Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire
    Listen
    I'm from the city where they hang out on the light pole
    Tryin' to get their weight up off 'em, I ain't talkin' lipo'
    I'm talkin' bout that city I take everywhere that I go
    I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso'
    Who grew up with kaleidoscopes
    Now they lookin' through rifle scopes
    Tryin' to make it out the dark
    That's what we raise our lighters for
    Smokin' on that blue turf
    Just like them boys in Idaho
    I swear I'm {eatin' good}
    What you on that diet for?
    I'm chillin' with some fire hoes
    So hot you'll need a fire hose
    Too much pussy on your payroll boy
    You need to fire hoes (You're fired)
    That's why my fans is who I'm writin' for
    You'd swear they never tire
    Cause they hands are up the entire show
    But what you hidin' for?
    I'm speakin' for your benefit
    Me to you is like Playstation 3 to Sega Genesis
    I have no arch nemesis
    I have no identity
    I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city
    I still got it
    I don't need to baby sit
    I'm just magnificent like Magic back in '86
    I told her, "Cook my eggs Benedict"
    She say I'm gettin' cocky
    Now I say, "I've been a dick"
    "Bitch"
    Hahaaa

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